Wednesday, August 4, 2010
It's a common tradition for my dad, brother and I to ride snowmobiles around the trails in the area and end up stopping and talking about snowmobiles and anything in relation to them for a couple hours at Brent and Trudy's (Trudy is my dad's cousin). On one occasion, it was getting dark and time to head home and one of the sleds wouldn't start, our only option was to get back to the house and come back with the truck and trailer. Dad ended up staying at Lee's and Jake came with us to make sure we found our way back down the trails to a spot we recognized. My dad was always the one that knew where he was going (most of the time we didn't have to turn around -when we'd take the second turn off the trail on the edge of the lake instead of the first.) But Jake knew exactly where he was on all those trails, and would have gotten us back fast enough by having good direction, not to mention him and my brother having to go as fast as they could too! I was not into keeping up and I remember Jake telling his dad when we all got back up with the truck that "it was a little slow" for him. :) What they said about him in all the memorials is so true, he's a genuine kid ready to help out anyone; especially if it means he got to be on his sled! We'll miss you Jake!
